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118 You cast away all those who swerve from your decrees;
    their cunning is futile.
119 You discard all the wicked of the earth like dross;[a]
    therefore, I love your teachings.
120 My flesh trembles[b] before you in terror;
    your judgments fill me with awe.

Ayin

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 119:119 You discard . . . like dross: the Lord discards evildoers like dross, i.e., the scum that forms in refining precious metals and is discarded (see Jer 6:28-30).
  2. Psalm 119:120 My flesh trembles: a reminiscence of Job 4:15; 23:15 (see Ps 88:16). It denotes the dread of the sacred, the fear of the awesome God.